I am mother to the bean children: Bean-girl, age seven, and her five-year old sister, the Legume. This is my space--both public and private--to vent, rant, muse, and reflect.

Thursday, July 31, 2008

Wildness

An unclaimed field nearly bumps up against our lawn, just on the other side of a paved footpath. Our neighborhood is still under development; there are still parcels of unsold land, and so we see scattered plots of wilderness, of prairie grass and wildflowers, growing between and behind the neat, crisp lawns and homes of suburbia.

Queen Anne’s lace grows tall in these wild fields, and red clover, and a little blue flower whose name I do not know. At one point in the early spring, my husband commented on our neighboring field as “unsightly,” but now, in the full lushness of summer, even he has conceded that these patchwork fragments of prairie are really quite lovely.

Nice pictures. This reminds me of a friend whose house borders corn fields. Dinner at her house always included fresh corn-on-the cob. I wondered if the farmer ever noticed a suspicious absence of corn around her house.